Upon hearing that news, Nora peered at Kit with the first sign of any reaction save disdain.
“Ah, but I did!” he said. “Only kiss I ever got with no fear of reprisal. You didn’t dare—
in the store.”
“Not true.” He took her hand. “That’s what I mean, Lenore. Remember?”
“I remember our last date. I wished I had a Colt automatic.”
“I’ll send you one, and then phone you for a new date.”
Lenore nodded. “I really have to go.” She looked across toward the Conner house where cars were parked.
“What do you do in Civil Defense?”
“Radiation safety.”
“And what would that be?”